The fold

Behold,

The time is now! Bring back, bring back

Thy flocks of fancies, wild of whim.

O lead them from the mountain-track

Thy frolic thoughts untold.

O bring them in -- the fields grow dim --

And let me be the fold!

Behold,

The time is now! Call in, O call

Thy pasturing kisses gone astray

For scattered sweets; gather them all

To shelter from the cold.

Throng them together, close and gay,

And let me be the fold!